Heavenly Mother Sings  < read by Melody


hymns hidden in the heart

melodies we hum

nursing babies


wind in the garden–

music made of grape vines

cherry blossoms.


ballad of comfort in sea-swell for

sailors thrown to knees

requiem on mountain top for

climbers grown cold–


She pulls our heartstrings

tunes them to Hers and to

Her son who sings with us–

Song of Redeeming Love.



Melody earns a living as a registered nurse, grows a respectable garden, and writes when she's not building sheet forts with her grandkids. Her poetry has appeared in on-line journals, Segullah, Irreantum and small press along the Wasatch Front.

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